When Aaron introduced Darlene and we shook hands, her eyes were directly at my crotch. I didn’t realize it, but I had a raging hard on. “Dude, ser...ously maybe you should go take care of that or put some pants on!” Aaron said pointing at my crotch. I looked and was completely embarrassed. “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” I said and ran to my room and went to sleep. Later on, I woke up hearing Aaron and Darlene obviously fucking their brains out in his room. As I listened to them, my cock swelled to full. He craved the touch of the master. I decided to give him his pleasure, in spite of the fact he usually had to wait until I finished with his wife. It was time for a touch of pain. I selected a whip, one with a thin cane handle and a single leather lash about thirty centimetres long. I stroked his sweating chest with the leather. He groaned in pleasure. I knew Debbie would have recovered enough to watch, in anticipation of what she too might receive. I whipped the lash across his erect cock. Summers would see Dave and me, usually accompanied by the son of one of our parents’ friends, heading out from West Seattle, either down to Alki or across the drawbridge and into downtown. Sometimes we’d catch a ferry across Puget Sound to Bremerton or Bainbridge, watching for Killer Whales — no one we knew called them Orcas in the 60’s — and just generally enjoying being able to go places on our own.In high school it was freedom to go to school early when working on the newspaper, and to leave. Just like this one. The dark-haired Slayer wondered if he had a wife or a girlfriend. Probably not the former as he lacked a ring, but then again who knew - maybe he slipped it off while on duty for fear of being jumped (or in case he picked up a randy little fuck slut like herself).Now that he was jamming his fingers into her - three had slid easily into her twat, and a fourth had been added shortly thereafter - Faith could feel herself reaching the edge. A final thrust of his tongue into her.